Charles Bukowski from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills



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6 and I call God a liar,

7 I say anything that moved

8 like that

9 or knew

10 my name

11 could never die

12 in the common verity of dying,

13 and I pick

14 up her lovely

15 dress,

16 all her loveliness gone,

17 and I speak

18 to all the gods,

19 Jewish gods, Christ-gods,

20 chips of blinking things,

21 idols, pills, bread,

22 fathoms, risks,

23 knowledgeable surrender,

24 rats in the gravy of 2 gone quite mad

25 without a chance,

26 hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance,

27 I lean upon this,

28 I lean on all of this

29 and I know:
[Page 38]
30 her dress upon my arm:

31 but


32 they will not

33 give her back to me.

[Page 39]

Bukowski, Charles:Uruguay or hell [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over

the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]

1 it should have been Mexico

2 she always liked Mexico

3 and Arizona and New Mexico

4 and tacos,

5 but not the flies

6 and so there I was

7 standing there---

8 durable

9 visible

10 clothed

11 waiting.

12 the priest was angry:

13 he had been arguing with the boy

14 for several days

15 over his mother's right to have a

16 Catholic burial

17 and they finally settled

18 that it could not be in

19 church

20 but he would say the

21 thing at the grave.

22 the priest cared about

23 technicalities

24 the son did not care

25 except about the

26 bill.

27 I was the

28 lover
[Page 40]
29 and I cared but what I cared for

30 was dead.

31 there were just 3 of

32 us: son,

33 landlady,

34 lover. it was

35 hot. the priest waved his words

36 in the air and

37 then he was

38 done. I walked to the

39 priest and thanked him for the

40 words.

41 and we walked

42 off


43 we got into the car

44 we drove away.

45 it should have been Mexico

46 or Uruguay or hell.

47 the son let me out at my

48 place and said he'd write me about a

49 stone but I knew he was lying---

50 that if there was to be a stone

51 the lover would

52 put it there.

53 I went upstairs and turned on the

54 radio and pulled down the

55 shades.

[Page 41]

Bukowski, Charles:notice [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

(1969), Black Sparrow Press]


1 the swans drown in bilge water,

2 take down the signs,

3 test the poisons,

4 barricade the cow

5 from the bull,

6 the peony from the sun,

7 take the lavender kisses from my night,

8 put the symphonies out on the streets

9 like beggars,

10 get the nails ready,

11 flog the backs of the saints,

12 stun frogs and mice for the cat,

13 burn the enthralling paintings,

14 piss on the dawn,

15 my love

16 is dead.

[Page 42]

Bukowski, Charles:for Jane [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the

Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]

1 225 days under grass

2 and you know more than I.

3 they have long taken your blood,

4 you are a dry stick in a basket.

5 is this how it works?

6 in this room

7 the hours of love

8 still make shadows.

9 when you left

10 you took almost

11 everything.

12 I kneel in the nights

13 before tigers

14 that will not let me be.

15 what you were

16 will not happen again.

17 the tigers have found me

18 and I do not care.

[Page 43]

Bukowski, Charles:conversation on a telephone [from The Days Run Away Like Wild

Horses Over the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]

1 I could tell by the crouch of the cat,

2 the way it was flattened,

3 that it was insane with prey;

4 and when my car came upon it,

5 it rose in the twilight

6 and made off

7 with bird in mouth,

8 a very large bird, gray,

9 the wings down like broken love,

10 the fangs in,

11 life still there

12 but not much,

13 not very much.

14 the broken love-bird

15 the cat walks in my mind

16 and I cannot make him out:

17 the phone rings,

18 I answer a voice,

19 but I see him again and again,

20 and the loose wings

21 the loose gray wings,

22 and this thing held

23 in a head that knows no mercy;

24 it is the world, it is ours;

25 I put the phone down

26 and the cat-sides of the room

27 come in upon me

28 and I would scream,

29 but they have places for people
[Page 44]
30 who scream;

31 and the cat walks

32 the cat walks forever

33 in my brain.

[Page 45]

Bukowski, Charles:ants crawl my drunken arms [from The Days Run Away Like Wild

Horses Over the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]
1 O ants crawl my drunken arms

2 and they let Van Gogh sit in a cornfield

3 and take Life out of the world with a

4 shotgun,

5 ants crawl my drunken arms

6 and they set Rimbaud

7 to running guns and looking under rocks

8 for gold,

9 O ants crawl my drunken arms,

10 they put Pound in a nuthouse

11 and made Crane jump into the sea

12 in his pajamas,

13 ants, ants crawl my drunken arms

14 as our schoolboys scream for Willie Mays

15 instead of Bach,

16 ants crawl my drunken arms

17 through the drink I reach

18 for surfboards and sinks, for sunflowers

19 and the typewriter falls like a heart-attack

20 from the table

21 or a dead Sunday bull,

22 and the ants crawl into my mouth

23 and down my throat,

24 I wash them down with wine

25 and pull up the shades

26 and they are on the screen

27 and on the streets

28 climbing church towers

29 and into tire casings

30 looking for something else

31 to eat.

[Page 46]

Bukowski, Charles:a literary discussion [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses

Over the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]

1 Markov claims I am trying

2 to stab his soul

3 but I'd prefer his wife.

4 I put my feet on the coffee table

5 and he says,

6 I don't mind you putting

7 your feet on the coffee table

8 except that the legs are wobbly

9 and the thing

10 will fall apart

11 any minute.

12 I leave my feet on the table

13 but I'd prefer his wife.

14 I would rather, says Markov,

15 entertain a ditch-digger

16 or a newsvendor

17 because they are kind enough

18 to observe the decencies

19 even though

20 they don't know

21 Rimbaud from rat poison.

22 my empty beercan

23 rolls to the floor.

24 that I must die

25 bothers me less than

26 a straw, says Markov,


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27 my part of the game

28 is that I must live

29 the best I can.

30 I grab his wife as she walks by,

31 and then her can is against my belly,

32 and she has fine knees and breasts

33 and I kiss her.

34 it is not so bad, being old, he says,

35 a calmness sets in, but here's the catch:

36 to keep calmness and deadness

37 separate; never to look upon youth

38 as inferior because you are old,

39 never to look upon age as wisdom

40 because you have experience. a

41 man can be old and a fool---

42 many are, a man can be young

43 and wise---few are. a---

44 for Christ's all sake, I wailed,

45 shut up!

46 he walked over and got his cane and

47 walked out.

48 you've hurt his feelings, she said,

49 he thinks you are a great poet.

50 he's too slick for me, I said,

51 he's too wise.

52 I had one of her breasts out.

53 it was a monstrous

54 beautiful

55 thing.

[Page 48]

Bukowski, Charles:watermelon [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the

Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]


1 and the windows opened that night,

2 a ceiling dripped the sweat

3 of a tin god,

4 and I sat eating a watermelon,

5 all false red,

6 water like slow running of rusty

7 tears,

8 and I spit out seeds

9 and swallowed seeds,

10 and I kept thinking

11 I am a fool

12 I am a fool

13 to eat this watermelon,

14 but I kept eating

15 anyhow.

[Page 49]

Bukowski, Charles:for one I knew [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over

the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]

1 Of all the iron beds in paradise

2 yours was the most cruel

3 and I was smoke in your mirror

4 and you sluiced your hair with jade,

5 but you were a woman and I was a

6 boy, but boy enough for an iron bed

7 and man enough for wine

8 and you.

9 now I am a man,

10 man enough for all,

11 and you are, you

12 are


13 old

14 not now so cruel,

15 now your iron bed

16 is empty.

[Page 50]

Bukowski, Charles:when Hugo Wolf went mad--- [from The Days Run Away Like Wild

Horses Over the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]
1 Hugo Wolf went mad while eating an onion

2 and writing his 253rd song; it was rainy

3 April and the worms came out of the ground

4 humming Tannhьuser, and he spilled his milk

5 with his ink, and his blood fell out to the walls

6 and he howled and he roared and he screamed, and

7 down-

8 stairs his landlady said, I knew it, that rotten son

9 of a

10 bitch has dummied up his brain, he's jacked-off

11 his last piece

12 of music and now I'll never get the rent, and some-

13 day he'll be fam-

14 ous and they'll bury him in the rain, but right now

15 I wish he'd shut

16 up that god damned screaming---for my money he's

17 a silly pansy jackass

18 and when they move him out of here, I hope they

19 move in a good solid fish-

20 erman

21 or a hangman

22 or a seller of

23 Biblical tracts.

[Page 51]

Bukowski, Charles:riot [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills

(1969), Black Sparrow Press]


1 the reason for the riot was we kept getting beans

2 and a guard grabbed a colored boy who threw his on

3 the floor

4 and somebody touched a button

5 and everybody was grabbing everybody;

6 I clubbed my best friend behind the ear

7 somebody threw coffee in my face

8 (what the hell, you couldn't drink it)

9 and I got out to the yard

10 and I heard the guns going

11 and it seemed like every con had a knife but me,

12 and all I could do was pray and run

13 and I didn't have a god and was fat from playing

14 poker for pennies with my cellmate,

15 and the warden's voice started coming over the cans,

16 and I heard later, in the confusion,

17 the cook raped a sailor,

18 and I lost my shaving cream, a pack of smokes

19 and a copy of The New Yorker;

20 also 3 men were shot,

21 a half dozen knifed,

22 35 put in the hole,

23 all yard privileges suspended,

24 the screws as jittery as L.A. bookies,

25 the prison radio off,

26 real quiet,

27 visitors sent home,

28 but the next morning

29 we did get our mail---

30 a letter from St. Louis:


[Page 52]
31 Dear Charles, I am sorry you are in prison,

32 but you cannot break the law,

33 and there was a pressed carnation,

34 perfume, the looming of outside,

35 kisses and panties,

36 laughter and beer,

37 and that night for dinner

38 they marched us all back down

39 to the beans.

[Page 53]

Bukowski, Charles:meanwhile [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the

Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]


1 neither does this mean

2 the dead are

3 at the door

4 begging bread

5 before

6 the stockpiles

7 blow

8 like all the

9 storms and hell

10 in one big love,

11 but anyhow

12 I rented a 6 dollar a week

13 room

14 in Chinatown

15 with a window as large as the

16 side of the world

17 filled with night flies and neon,

18 lighted like Broadway

19 to frighten away rats,

20 and I walked into a bar and sat down,

21 and the Chinaman looked at my rags

22 and said

23 no credit

24 and I pulled out a hundred dollar bill

25 and asked for a cup of Confucius juice

26 and 2 China dolls with slits of eyes

27 just about the size of the rest of them

28 slid closer

29 and we sat

30 and we

31 waited.

[Page 54]

Bukowski, Charles:a poem is a city [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over

the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]

1 a poem is a city filled with streets and sewers

2 filled with saints, heroes, beggars, madmen,

3 filled with banality and booze,

4 filled with rain and thunder and periods of

5 drought, a poem is a city at war,

6 a poem is a city asking a clock why,

7 a poem is a city burning,

8 a poem is a city under guns

9 its barbershops filled with cynical drunks,

10 a poem is a city where God rides naked

11 through the streets like Lady Godiva,

12 where dogs bark at night, and chase away

13 the flag; a poem is a city of poets,

14 most of them quite similar

15 and envious and bitter ...

16 a poem is this city now,

17 50 miles from nowhere,

18 9:09 in the morning,

19 the taste of liquor and cigarettes,

20 no police, no lovers, walking the streets,

21 this poem, this city, closing its doors,

22 barricaded, almost empty,

23 mournful without tears, aging without pity,

24 the hardrock mountains,

25 the ocean like a lavender flame,

26 a moon destitute of greatness,

27 a small music from broken windows ...

28 a poem is a city, a poem is a nation,

29 a poem is the world ...
[Page 55]
30 and now I stick this under glass

31 for the mad editor's scrutiny,

32 and night is elsewhere

33 and faint gray ladies stand in line,

34 dog follows dog to estuary,

35 the trumpets bring on gallows

36 as small men rant at things

37 they cannot do.

[Page 56]

Bukowski, Charles:the cat [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the

Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]

1 the hunter goes by my window

2 4 feet locked in the bright stillness of a

3 yellow and blue

4 night.

5 cruel strangeness takes hold in wars, in

6 gardens---

7 the yellow and blue night explodes before

8 me, atomic, surgical,

9 full of starlit

10 devils ...

11 then the cat leaps up on the

12 fence, a tubby dismay,

13 stupid, lonely,

14 whiskers like an old lady in the

15 supermarket

16 and naked as the

17 moon.

18 I am temporarily

19 delighted.

[Page 57]

Bukowski, Charles:hermit in the city [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses

Over the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]
1 Idle in the forest of my room

2 with tungsten trees, owl boiling coffee,

3 webs cowled in gold over windows

4 staring outward into hell;

5 cigarette breath: statues of perfection,

6 not stuffed or whirled in cancers

7 of ranting;

8 engines and wheels crawl to gaseous

9 ends along the sabre-tooth;

10 my trees climb with monkey-rhyme,

11 climb out through the ceiling

12 breaking TV antennas and

13 the dull howl of canned laughter,

14 canned humor, canned death;

15 idle, idle in this forest,

16 calla lilies, grass, stone,

17 all nighttime level peace

18 of no bombers or faces,

19 and I dream the stone dream,

20 the grass dream,

21 the river running through my

22 fingerbones

23 one hundred and fifty years away,

24 leaving shots of grit and gold

25 and radium,

26 lifted and turned

27 by dizzied fish

28 and dropped,

29 raising flecks of sand

30 in my sleep ...


[Page 58]
31 The owl spits his coffee,

32 my monkeys chit the gibberish plan,

33 and my walls,

34 my walls help endure the seizing.

[Page 59]

II


Epigraph

I dreamed I drank an Arrow shirt and stole a broken pail

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Bukowski, Charles:all-yellow flowers [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses

Over the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]

1 through the venetian blinds I saw a fat man in a brown coat

2 (with a head I can only describe as like a marshmallow)

3 drag the casket from the hearse: it was battleship gray

4 with all-yellow flowers.

5 they put it on a roller that was hidden in purple drape

6 and the marshmallow-man and one pin-crisp bloodless woman

7 walked for him up the incline ... and!---

8 gore-bell-horror-sheer-sheen-world-ending-moment!---

9 almost losing IT there, once---

10 I could see the body rolling out

11 like one loose dice in a losing game---the arms waving

12 windmills and legs kicking autumn footballs.

13 they made it into the church

14 and I remained outside

15 opening my brain to living sunlight.

16 in the room with me she was singing and rolling her

17 long golden hair. (this is true Arturo, and that is what

18 makes it so simple.)

19 "I just saw them take in a body,"

20 I fashioned to her.

21 it's autumn, it's trees, it's telephone wires,

22 and she sings some song I can't understand, some High Mass

23 of Life.

24 she went on singing but I wanted to die

25 I wanted yellow flowers like her golden hair

26 I wanted yellow-singing and the sun.
[Page 62]

27 this is true, and that is what makes it so strange:

28 I wanted to be opened and untangled, and

29 tossed away.

[Page 63]

Bukowski, Charles:what seems to be the trouble, gentlemen? [from The Days Run

Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]
1 the service was bad

2 and the bellboy kept bringing in towels

3 at the wrong moment.

4 drunk, I finally clubbed him along

5 the side of the head.

6 he was a little man and he fell

7 like an October leaf,

8 quite done,

9 and when the fuzz came up

10 I had the sofa in front of the door

11 and the chain on,

12 the 2nd movement of Brahms' First Symphony

13 and had my hand halfway up the ass

14 of a broad old enough to be my grandmother

15 and they broke the god damned door,

16 pushed the sofa aside;

17 I slapped the screaming chippy

18 and turned and asked,

19 what seems to be the trouble, gentlemen?

20 and some young kid who had never shaved

21 brought his stick down against my head

22 and in the morning I was in the prison ward

23 chained to my bed

24 and it was hot,

25 the sweat coming down through the white

26 senseless sheet,

27 and they asked all sorts of silly questions

28 and I knew I'd be late for work,

29 which worried me immensely.

[Page 64]

Bukowski, Charles:spring swan [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the

Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]


1 swans die in the Spring too

2 and there it floated

3 dead on a Sunday

4 sideways

5 circling in current

6 and I walked to the rotunda

7 and overhead

8 gods in chariots

9 dogs, women

10 circled,

11 and death

12 ran down my throat

13 like a mouse,

14 and I heard the people coming

15 with their picnic bags

16 and laughter,

17 and I felt guilty

18 for the swan

19 as if death

20 were a thing of shame

21 and like a fool

22 I walked away

23 and left them

24 my beautiful swan.

[Page 65]

Bukowski, Charles:remains [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the

Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]
1 things are good as I am not dead yet

2 and the rats move in the beercans,

3 the papersacks shuffle like small dogs,

4 and her photographs are stuck onto a painting

5 by a dead German and she too is dead

6 and it took 14 years to know her

7 and if they give me another 14

8 I will know her yet ...

9 her photos stuck over the glass

10 neither move nor speak,

11 but I even have her voice on tape,

12 and she speaks some evenings,

13 her again

14 so real she laughs

15 says the thousand things,

16 the one thing I always ignored;

17 this will never leave me:

18 that I had love

19 and love died;

20 a photo and a piece of tape

21 is not much, I have learned late,

22 but give me 14 days or 14 years,

23 I will kill any man

24 who would touch or take

25 whatever's left.

[Page 66]

Bukowski, Charles:the moment of truth [from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses

Over the Hills (1969), Black Sparrow Press]


1 he died a suicide in a Detroit hotel room

2 on skid row

3 and he was stiff when they found him,

4 rat poison ...

5 I was managing the place then,

6 trying to collect rents and

7 emptying the trash,


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